BirdyMomma
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- Aug 4, 2013
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- Parrots
- Lilac Crowned Amazon (Bacci- Forever on my shoulder, forever in my heart.)
Yellow Collared Macaw (Loki the Monkey Bird)
Military Macaw (Wingnut)
Citron Crested Cockatoo
(Knuckles)
Hi everyone. I see that some of you have been waiting as anxiously as I was, to find out what the vet had to say today. I am beyond disappointed. Beyond angry. I am FURIOUS.
I called her office this morning, expecting that she would not have spoken to anyone at the University of Georgia that early. I just figured that I would give it a shot. I was told by the person who answered the phone that the doctor had not yet spoken to anyone from the University, but that as soon as they did, I would be called immediately.
At around 5:30, I was cleaning up after the birds, and there was a knock on our door. It was our neighbor, and their little girl. The girl was holding a shoe box............ you know what comes next. There was a dying baby bird in the box. They had found it in their back yard, and brought it to me, because I'm the only person they know who knows anything about birds. I took the baby, who they had tried to comfort by putting flowers and leaves in the box with him ( as little girls will do ). He was barely responsive, and to be honest, I do not know what to do with a sick, or injured baby bird.
So I called the vets office, to see if they could offer me some advice. While I dialed, I filled a dropper with water, to see if I could get the baby some hydration. He was lying on his side, with his eye half open. He was breathing, and his leg moved when I touched it. I told the girl who answered, that I was Wingnut's mom, and that I had been expecting a call from the doctor, but more importantly, I had an emergency on my hands. I held the tip of the dropper to the babys mouth. "If you bring the baby here, we will just euthanize it..." she said. He opened his mouth slightly, and I let a drop land on his beak. "You can try the center for blah blah blah...." His beak opened wide, and I let another drop in. His chest moved. "OK!" I said, "can I have the number?" As she gave me the number, I watched, as his beak opened even wider, his tongue came out...... and he died. He just died right there......
"Hold on, DR........ is right here." I heard over the phone, as I stared down into the box, angry that I couldn't do anything to help this poor baby..... and then it got worse.
"Hiiii Wingnuts mom" the usually curt Doctor said to me rather playfully. I was struck at how weird that was. She then proceeded to tell me that Wingnut is fine, and I have nothing to worry about. (Yeah, I was just as confused as you are right now.) She informed me that she had spoken to the lab technician who had administered Wingnuts two POSITIVE tests. This person informed her that Wingnut is going to be fine, that he will probably never exhibit any symptoms of PBFD, and that our other birds are not in danger of contracting the disease. I was so taken aback by this, that I could barely find the words at first. I stopped her, and I said, OK, but what did they say at the University. She danced around that, and just went back to telling me what the lab technician told her. I was getting angry, because it made no sense, and it seemed like I was asking her questions in the clearest most succinct way possible, and she was talking, but not answering them. Almost like she was trying to brush the entire thing under the rug.
She told me how responsible, professional and reputable the people who did the first test are. She told me that apparently the first test was very very clearly positive, but that the second test didn't look as bad. I said that was great, but don't you think we should talk to the people who did the third test? Don't you think they should know that they conducted the THIRD test on a bird who has tested positive TWICE; one of those times being a WEEK AGO? I asked for the name of that first lab. She was getting annoyed with me and my questions. She told me that she could see that I was getting angry (.............no, really?) She told me that she works really hard and that this is the time of day she usually makes her phone calls. (I'm thinking OK, great. You didn't call them, and you're trying to change the focus of this conversation to be about how angry I am right now). I told her that I didn't think it was reasonable not to talk to the lab at the University. I asked for a name there, so I could call myself. She refused to give it to me. She assured me that she ....................
I HAVE TO GO. I WILL BE BACK IN 15 MINUTES. SORRY TO STOP HERE.
I called her office this morning, expecting that she would not have spoken to anyone at the University of Georgia that early. I just figured that I would give it a shot. I was told by the person who answered the phone that the doctor had not yet spoken to anyone from the University, but that as soon as they did, I would be called immediately.
At around 5:30, I was cleaning up after the birds, and there was a knock on our door. It was our neighbor, and their little girl. The girl was holding a shoe box............ you know what comes next. There was a dying baby bird in the box. They had found it in their back yard, and brought it to me, because I'm the only person they know who knows anything about birds. I took the baby, who they had tried to comfort by putting flowers and leaves in the box with him ( as little girls will do ). He was barely responsive, and to be honest, I do not know what to do with a sick, or injured baby bird.
So I called the vets office, to see if they could offer me some advice. While I dialed, I filled a dropper with water, to see if I could get the baby some hydration. He was lying on his side, with his eye half open. He was breathing, and his leg moved when I touched it. I told the girl who answered, that I was Wingnut's mom, and that I had been expecting a call from the doctor, but more importantly, I had an emergency on my hands. I held the tip of the dropper to the babys mouth. "If you bring the baby here, we will just euthanize it..." she said. He opened his mouth slightly, and I let a drop land on his beak. "You can try the center for blah blah blah...." His beak opened wide, and I let another drop in. His chest moved. "OK!" I said, "can I have the number?" As she gave me the number, I watched, as his beak opened even wider, his tongue came out...... and he died. He just died right there......
"Hold on, DR........ is right here." I heard over the phone, as I stared down into the box, angry that I couldn't do anything to help this poor baby..... and then it got worse.
"Hiiii Wingnuts mom" the usually curt Doctor said to me rather playfully. I was struck at how weird that was. She then proceeded to tell me that Wingnut is fine, and I have nothing to worry about. (Yeah, I was just as confused as you are right now.) She informed me that she had spoken to the lab technician who had administered Wingnuts two POSITIVE tests. This person informed her that Wingnut is going to be fine, that he will probably never exhibit any symptoms of PBFD, and that our other birds are not in danger of contracting the disease. I was so taken aback by this, that I could barely find the words at first. I stopped her, and I said, OK, but what did they say at the University. She danced around that, and just went back to telling me what the lab technician told her. I was getting angry, because it made no sense, and it seemed like I was asking her questions in the clearest most succinct way possible, and she was talking, but not answering them. Almost like she was trying to brush the entire thing under the rug.
She told me how responsible, professional and reputable the people who did the first test are. She told me that apparently the first test was very very clearly positive, but that the second test didn't look as bad. I said that was great, but don't you think we should talk to the people who did the third test? Don't you think they should know that they conducted the THIRD test on a bird who has tested positive TWICE; one of those times being a WEEK AGO? I asked for the name of that first lab. She was getting annoyed with me and my questions. She told me that she could see that I was getting angry (.............no, really?) She told me that she works really hard and that this is the time of day she usually makes her phone calls. (I'm thinking OK, great. You didn't call them, and you're trying to change the focus of this conversation to be about how angry I am right now). I told her that I didn't think it was reasonable not to talk to the lab at the University. I asked for a name there, so I could call myself. She refused to give it to me. She assured me that she ....................
I HAVE TO GO. I WILL BE BACK IN 15 MINUTES. SORRY TO STOP HERE.